ν If I never see another ice storm for the rest of my life, I’ll rejoice.

ν The rest of the class may leave; you stay.

ν Pick up the rest of your mess.

ν Don’t leave your seat for the rest of the service !

ν I always enjoyed Paul Harvey’s “Rest of the Story.”

ν We had to fall in behind the rest of the line.

ν You have to follow the same rules as the rest of the class.

ν I’ll read you a book when I finish the rest of the dishes.

ν Can I have the rest of your hamburger?

ν What are you doing for the rest of your life?

All the “rest ofs” that we have spoken, heard, thought, or experienced have an ending. Then comes eternity – not eternal death but eternal life as inexpressible joy or unimaginable suffering. In both places, will “rest of” ever be spoken?